Heavenly Father, you’re my dad

Even though I drive You mad

Can’t imagine what You see

In a rebel, such as me

One who spends his time away

Having worldly games to play

Visit You when I feel led

Upon my rising, late in bed

In between I concentrate

On whatever’s on my plate

Contact You when things turn bad

Not a very loving lad

Please be patient, I can see

The need to get up close to thee

May I offer all I’ve got

Everything that is my lot.


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